Edith L. Mapes, 1911. In The New Cokesbury Hymnal (Nashville, Tennessee: Cokesbury Press, 1928), number 172. To Homer A. Rodeheaver: In appreciation of his friendship, spirit, and untiring efforts to do something for others.

Sometimes secret sins creep into my heart,
Nobody sees them but Jesus;
But when I confess, He bids them depart,
Nobody cleanses like Jesus;
Nobody cleanses like Jesus,
Nobody cleanses like Jesus;
But when I confess, He bids them depart,
Nobody cleanses like Jesus.

Sometimes there are tears that must not be shed,
Nobody knows it but Jesus;
In sickness and grief He pillows my head,
Nobody comforts like Jesus;
Nobody comforts like Jesus,
Nobody comforts like Jesus;
In sickness and grief He pillows my head,
Nobody comforts like Jesus.

Sometimes angry thoughts are almost expressed,
Nobody hears them but Jesus;
His gentle restraint soon has them suppressed,
Nobody quiets like Jesus;
Nobody quiets like Jesus,
Nobody quiets like Jesus;
His gentle restraint soon has them suppressed,
Nobody quiets like Jesus.

Sometimes I am weak, and wander astray,
Nobody strengthens like Jesus;
He patiently leads me back to the way,
Nobody pardons like Jesus;
Nobody pardons like Jesus,
Nobody pardons like Jesus;
He patiently leads me back to the way,
Nobody pardons like Jesus.